That’s why when I was given the opportunity to go to Paraty, a colonial city four hours from Rio de Janeiro, I jumped at the chance. This sleepy little city was founded by the Portuguese in the 1600s, and a lot of the architecture and history reveals its old, colonial roots.
Being in Paraty was almost like being back in college at William and Mary. I was able to go to awesome museums and walk the same cobbled streets people hundreds of years ago walked. The one thing you won’t come across in Williamsburg anytime soon: flooded streets! The streets of Paraty flood with the tides, so sometimes, to get to where you’re going, you need to go a long, long bit out of your way unless you want to take an impromptu swim! It’s like an accidental Venice.
Paraty also happens to be home of cachaca, which you’ll find in caiparinas and other Brazilian drinks. It’s strong like tequila. Trust me, I sampled quite a lot at the Armazem do Cachaca, a store with every kind of cachaca you can think of (and some you probably haven’t).